Renee
Before she lost her nerve, Renee downed the Serbet. Cold and fruity, but not as delicious as Damon's kisses. The courtyard stirred with the dervishes milling about with the tourists and their archeological group, answering questions. She shivered, his free hand trailing spirals along her palm. Despite her head screaming how in a few weeks she'd leave, and he'd continue on living her dream, she let her heart tip the scale.
"Ready for more?" His breath whispered across her temple.
"Serbet? It's good, but it's making me cold." Above her, a night sky crowded with stars appeared like a different planet compared to the handful of stars back home in the city.
"Ready for a walk?"
She nodded and rose, taking his hand. They wandered closer to the fountain. Water trickled into the bowl-lik
